Maybe we were plotting this
Maybe we were plotting this
Happy fucking birthday, bitch!
Apple picking and stepbro dicking
Husband couldn't fill that hole
Your holes want it
Will you still call me after?
Words are lost too
I hear she's dying for two cocks at once
You had my food, now you have me
I texted your mom to let you stay longer
Special treatment for special privileges
So you never had real pussy before?
I want performance, not excuses